The South western news., 1887-12-14
4 Scene in a Western Smoking Car.
From the Chicago Tribune.

some thirty CT forty railroad grad.
ers who had finished a grading con,
tract and were headed for the Wis.
consin pineries for the winter.
The cup that cheers, in the guise
of fiat bottle, circulated on all
sides. After some time a big man
without any coat or vest, and
wearing red woolen shirt, got up
in the forward end of the car,
slammed his broad,brimmed hat
down on the car floor, and jumped
onto it and yelled:
''BOya, I'm runnin' this ere
train I"
"You bet!' whooped the others.
"You all know Old Jerry Hos.
tetteri You're all aware Old Jer.
'ry Hostetter amt no slouch
When Old jerry Hostetter says
he's a-runnin' this ere train. WV.
that's what he's dcin'! Born in a
cyclone, rocked to sleep by a whirl-
wind, brought up in a tornado, fit
an licked q spoutin' volcano at the
early age of 1even years. When
Old Jerry Hostetter comes to town
he has to travel down the valley
three days an three nights fore he
comes to where the bad man at the
head of Bitter creek lives! That's
Old Jerry Hostetter- can't be rode
with spurs an won't drive only on
the leadl Boys. was Old Jerry
Hostetter ever lickedio
"Not much!" roared the crowd.
"That's whatI' replied the re-
doubtable Jerry, as he jumped up
and down on his hat, "that's what,
ev'ry whack He wasn't never
licked, an he amt never goin' to
be! I'm a>ruRnin' this ere train,
and what / want to say 10, that /
can lick the conducturi / can
pound the conductur of this ere
train, an I'm goin' to do it! Hide
out, you small fry, an lemme at
the conductor! Lemms jes' git
"Hahl' said Swede who sat
near, and who was not quite so
drunk as the rest. "Hold on,
there comes the cOn-ducturl"
Old Jerry turned and saw him
just opening the door.
''Lemme jes' git my paws on
that air brakeman" went ON the
man who had fought the rampant
volcano when he was of tender
years. "Wbere's that sneaken'
cowardly brakeman! Lemme al
him, till | pound the plastern' Off
the top of the car with his feetl
When Old Jerry Hostetter hits a
brakeman he never wiggles ag'nl
Where's that yelpin', snarIln', ly-
in"
'LoOk out, ne yust come out Of
the udder car" said the Swede.
Mr.. Hostetter took hurried
glance over his shoulder, only
stopping long enough to catch his
breath and went on:
"Show me that yelpin', snarlin',
lyin' sneak of newsboy, an III
show you a man Old Jerry Hostel
ter can lick! Where's that cheat
in, low-down pcs-nutter that solo
old Jerry a apple for ten cents
Bring him here till 'sterminate
him Tell me where he is, an III
hunt him out an kick him off'r
the top of a high hill! Old Jerry
Hostetter can smash any"
"He's comm in the udder door,
Yerry!" said the Swede in hoarse
whisper.
"Wour-r rick! I'm q bloody
murderer! Gimme room! Born in
slycone, rocked by a whirl--
wind"
"Shut up, or I'll bust you, you
old liar!" howled another grader
wearing blue shirt, as he got up
few feet away. "Give a better
man a chance!" and then he goi
out in the aisle and danced on his
hat and told what lad man he
vas, but prudently directed all his
| threats against the contractor he
had been working for, and who
was not on the train. Old Jerry
Hostetter ssttled down between
the seats and took a long drink.
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